We are all
Scared to death,
We are all
In a bad shape,
We are all
In a real hell,
We are all
Distanced from each others,
We are all
Afraid of our current present
And our coming future,
We are all
Inclined to isolation
As individuals and
As masses,
We are all
In a different world
From what we used to see or
To know before.
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